Chapter Twelve
Tuesday after my weekend, I storm into Ziggy’s shop. She’s setting hair, her cute hands working so expertly that I forget everything I was going to say and stop to watch until I jerk myself awake again.
“Hi, hon, this is a surprise,” she notes my unexpected arrival. “Need something done to your hair. I thought we just did it two weeks ago?”
“We did. I have other matters… ” My voice drifts as I look around me. Of course, I can’t talk to her with people here. This was a bad idea. Looks as though she has customers lined up until the next century. So, I’ll have to wait. “How about the Soup Kettle for lunch?”
“Sure.” She checks her watch. “In an hour.”
It’s already twelve now, and I don’t want to wait; but of course, there is this teasing voice yelling at me with all of Jose
